T/W sexual content

You had expected the walk home would have cooled the mood between you but from the moment the door closes behind you, you are pushed back against it. "Kiss me!" You demanded and Alastor obeys, passionate and hungry for your taste. His hands slid behind you, reaching for the zipper of your dress, tugging it down part of the way before quickly losing patience and tugging the remains of the garment, down over your body. The sound of seams ripping as he does so. There is a desperation to his actions, a need to have you that he had never exhibited before.

His lips part from yours and as you go to place your hand on his face to bring him back, he pins that hand above your head. The other hand now held by your waist. His kisses trail down your jaw and to your neck. The kisses become nips of his teeth and as your body responds, pushing into him, gasps escaping your lips. His nipping becomes a bite that surely breaks the skin but you had lost yourself in the moment too much, to feel the pain. You did not know this was what you had been craving all those years, not tender kisses and gentle touches. You needed this ferocity, this dominance that he exerted over you. It sent chills down your body whilst igniting a flame in you.

His lips found yours again, his hands releasing you but only to explore the curves of your body. With their newfound freedom, your hands moved to his suit jacket, slipping it down over his shoulders. You didn't just want him, you needed him, you craved him. His scent, his touch, you wanted it all. He pulled his hands away from you for only a moment to allow the jacket to fall from him and be swallowed by the floor. You did not care to preserve his shirt, only seeing it as a barrier between you and him as you claw at it, tugging and ripping the buttons off to expose his chest. He pressed into you more, his warmth becoming yours.

Your lips part again, only long enough to catch your breath before losing yourself in one another once more. It was like he was taking everything you knew about intimacy, and turning it upside down. It was more than just skin touching skin in this moment, it was a sensation that drowned out the rest of the world. He dug his nails into your hips and you retaliated by biting his lower lip, nipping it between your teeth. This seemed to be the move that pushed him over the edge, no longer content with just a kiss. His trousers hit the floor and his nails drag down from your hips and reach your rear, lifting you up in a fluid motion. You wrap your legs around him, feeling him slide inside you as you do.

The intensity of his movements grew with each thrust. His mouth, which now was pressed into your cleavage as you clung onto him, found its way to your nipple. His teeth pinched it, sending pain and pleasure throughout your body, now unable to distinguish between the two. Like you and Alastor, the sensations melded together as one. The passion between you grew fervid, with each thrust. His breath was becoming jagged and you knew he was close, you tried to roll your hips to the best of your ability whilst pinned between Alastor and the door, but this only led to your own climax. Your body jolted, throwing your head against the door as you did so, but you felt nothing but waves of satisfaction at that moment. It made it even sweeter as you felt Alastor release himself inside you with a guttural groan in your ear.

The two of you remained in that position for a moment, his body pressing into you, almost using you as a pillow as he came back to his senses. You are unable to move from Alastor's grip. slowly he lowered you back to the floor once more, feet touching the ground but your legs still unstable as he offered himself for balance. Neither of you breaks the silence to begin with. You instead take the time to fully appreciate the man before you. His sharp cheekbones, a jawline for days, his surprisingly toned physique. You place a gentle kiss upon his lips and he reciprocates.

This kiss was unlike the others you had shared that night. The kiss during the ceremony was short but sweet, a promise of forever that lingered on your lips. The kiss in the alley had been one of open acceptance of each other's darkest desires. The kiss offered as you closed the door was a carnal pleasure and indulgence in such things. But this kiss, it was pure, it was vulnerable. It was a lifetime of pain shared between two souls, two twin flames. It was a kiss that said, "With me, you are safe."

Alastor looks you up and down, a hint of concern on his face as he does so and you look down at your own body. Several bloodied scratch marks across your skin, bite marks in your flesh, and the beginning of a few bruised patches on your thighs from where he had held you so tightly. "I suppose I should get myself cleaned up. Will you finally be joining me in the master bedroom tonight or am I going to have to slip into the guest bedroom again?" you said finally breaking the silence with a hushed whisper. "I suppose I should join you in your bedroom now that we are man and wife, it just wouldn't have been appropriate before." He whispered back to you.

To begin with, the water of the shower stung the open wounds, they burned more as you rubbed soap over them. However, you felt he had been somewhat restrained despite the primal nature of the encounter. Besides the deeper cut on your inner thigh, most of the scratches were superficial, sure to heal up in a few days. Heading out of the bathroom and into the bedroom you caught Alastor getting into sleepwear. "Oh, you're not going to be a prude now. I've seen it all, you have nothing left to hide." You purred out, letting your towel fall to your feet and walking over to him, unbuttoning his shirt. "You have quite the insatiable appetite my darling." He chuckled. "Who said this has to lead to sex? I feel like I've been touch starved for so long, I ache for it."

It was no longer about sex, you had been left satisfied in that regard but yet, you still craved more. Within Alastor you had found a connection, you yearned for a closeness that transcended above pleasure, a closeness forged through the language of touch. Alastor shrugged off the nightshirt and proceeded to the bed which you crawled in beside him, enveloped in his embrace. It was strange to think that the person you felt the most comfort in was a man who only hours ago had been capable of murder. Your mind went back to the night with Charles, how calm he had been, how swiftly he had sprung to action. This was not his first time but you felt this was the first time he had shared that side of himself with another. He could have ended your life in that alley and it had crossed his mind, by no means should you have felt secure in his arms that night but yet you found solace.

You were awoken by a hand tracing over your neck, brushing away your hair to place light kisses on the nape. Such contrast to how he had been last night, with a bloodlust that had consumed his every action and movement. His hand lightly danced over the curves of your body. You rolled over to face him. "Is it Jekyll I'm getting this morning?" you teased, your comment was met with laughter. "I was just admiring the work of Hyde last night." He pulled back the covers and sat up, moving atop you. His hands explored your exposed body once more as he ran them over every bruise, every scratch he had caused. "Keep touching me like that and I think he might have to make another appearance." You purred. But Alastor kissed the last mark he touched and pulled away, much to your disappointment. "I can't be spoiling you with my touch now, can I?"

Life with Alastor could never be described as mundane, he brought an energy to everything he did. However nothing compared to your wedding night. His caresses were soft and delicate but they lacked the passion you had once shared. He never left you physically unsatisfied but you longed for the bloodlust that had occured between you that night. There was an unquenchable desire in you that remained unfulfilled. You would sometimes wake in the night, your bed cold, empty, and lacking him. You'd lie there in the cold expanse of your bed and think of the warmth of his body against yours, the feel of his breath on your skin. You knew in the morning there would be a new report of a missing person or body found. It pained you that he did not involve you in such activities despite your acceptance of that side of him.

"Darling, I was wondering if I could have some money to visit the bookshop in town?" You inquired over breakfast. Since your marriage, you had become dependent on Alastor as a source of income, now no longer receiving an allowance from your father. He had peered at you over the newspaper. "I can pick you up the book after work if you like, save you a trip out." He offered. "No, I think I would enjoy getting some fresh air and I may go see the girls for lunch afterward. I've not had much of a chance to catch up with them since the wedding." You disputed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, producing a couple of silver certificates. Handing them to you with a kiss on the cheek. "I look forward to hearing about your day when I return from work."

You had no intentions of meeting up with the girls but instead put the extra funds aside for a later purchase. You enjoyed the stroll into town, it had been a pleasant reprieve from the house. The sun beamed down on you, a light breeze in the air. Yet in the midst of a copacetic walk, you find yourself surrounded by grotesque creatures, everyone seeming oblivious to these monsters walking among you. You thought you had been getting better, you had seen them less and less but maybe it was the unpure intentions you had that summoned these beings into existence. Your thoughts of violence, blood, and slaughter that brought them to you.

You kept your eyes on the path, scurrying to the bookshop as fast as your feet would carry you. Stepping inside the quaint little shop where the air is thick with the scent of aged parchment and the soft glow of antique lamps. As the door creaks open, a cheerful bell tinkles. "Lillian, I don't think I've seen you since you were this tall." Robert stands from his chair, looking older and more disheveled than you remembered. You had been but a little girl when you visited this shop for the first time. You remembered the excitement you used to feel walking into the store, your mother picking up new books, she would also allow you to get one if you were well-behaved. You would spend your time browsing through shelves whilst your mother and Robert conversed, so many stories to new and exciting places.

Since your mother had been sent away, you had not been back but it was sweet to see Robert had remembered you. "Hi Robert, how are the little ones?" You asked. "Well not so little anymore, much like yourself. I heard you got married last month to that chap on the radio?" He drawled. "Yes, who would have guessed that I would settle down and with such a distinguished gentleman at that." The two of you spent some time catching up on what had occurred in the last decade since you had seen each other. His wife had taken ill recently which brought you to the reason for your visit.

"I don't suppose you have any books on anatomy, some medical journals perhaps? I am considering training as a nurse and whilst it's not exactly a requirement, you know how much I love to read." Robert took some time to think before hobbling around the shop, picking up a handful of books from different shelves. Robert's sorting system was a mystery to the universe but he knew his shop like the back of his hand. You handed over a note and he gave you the change. You wished Mary a swift recovery and he wished you the best with Alastor, awaiting when you arrive with little ones of your own.

When you arrived home, you lost yourself in your new books but were careful to keep an eye on the clock. You had picked up one other book on your trip out, this is what you would tell Alastor you had bought. He was keeping a side of himself private from you and you were just as capable of doing the same. Whilst you had preached to him about trust and honesty in a relationship, it was unfair of him to expect it from you without offering the same in return.

When Alastor stepped through the door, you tucked the medical journals away and pulled out the latest murder mystery, you had heard people raving about it. It was written by a British author by the name of Agatha Christie. Alastor greeted you with a kiss on the cheek as he walked into the library. "Darling, have you been reading all day?" He inquired looking at the book in your hand which you now placed down on your lap. "I must confess, I have. It's been quite captivating. I do love a good murder." You smirk, giving him a playful wink. "Well, the mystery is the best part, once you know whodunnit the story is over." He taunted back. "I'm afraid to say I have to disagree with you there. The story is not over till the killer is caught. What follows is a game of cat and mouse and is that not the most enthralling part?"

He moves over to you, placing his hand atop the wingback chair, towering over you, his face inches from yours. "Depends if you're the cat or the mouse." You stare up at his face, his eyes...Oh, his eyes. They're dark yet piercing, with that glint of menace. He is captivating, dangerous even but when he speaks, when he acts like this you feel drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. As always, aware of how afraid you should be of this man, knowing if you got too close, he could burn you. But at that moment, all you could think was how much you wanted to kiss his lips. You lean into his face but he pulls away from you before you can. If there was one thing he had mastered was leaving you wanting more of him. Something you had once prided yourself on but he not only played you at your own game but was running rings around you at the same time.

Summer fell into autumn and you had spent all your free time memorizing everything from your journals, occasionally adding new ones to your collection. As well as studying anatomy, you would pry bits of information out of Alastor. Sometimes when you would lay in bed together, you would ask him questions such as "How do you ensure they don't make too much noise?" Feigning your worry about him being caught. Sometimes you would catch him giving you a glance when such topics would arise, a hint of suspicion but you made sure to space out questions of that nature.

October came and your birthday was around the corner. Your father had come over early, saying he would be unable to see you on the actual day, giving you an envelope with some money in it. No card, no thoughtful gift. Just a quick visit and shoving some money in your hand. You weren't complaining however. You knew exactly what this was to go on and whilst Alastor was at work, you had the freedom to go into the city with one purpose.

The cashier had inquired what you would be needing with a knife but you had said it was your husband's birthday soon and he liked to hunt, a lie but a convincing one. He ran you through the knives best for gutting deer, something you felt would be the best comparison to your actual needs without raising suspicion. You hid the knife in the library, everything was falling into place and you felt you were ready for the next phase.